verse 1
You ever feel like your running from where you want to headed to
like everybody is turning away to get to you
to see you fall when you didnt even have to
when nobody is there to get ready for it and catch you
even your girl is playing out of the field now
expecting you to take that forgive her and just kneel down
and the people that love you for who you are
they the only ones that you need to get far
you try to run from the place that you coming from
hoping to find what you need but dont even know what you running from
dont know what you fighting for but you still do it
you got ahead of life but feel like you still losing
you want to settle the score and take the lead to be
whatever you want and all you want is to live peacefully
but its all a game you gotta keep pouring your sheets
and you only the reader welcome to the story of me
hook
momma said everydays like this
but why do these days exist
I just sit in the house, tryna figure it out
where it all went wrong
but i guess there wouldn't be no pleasure
if it wasnt for pain, we'd have nothing to gain
but when it comes down to it maybe thats the reason
i thank god everyday i'm breathing
verse 2
I'm sick of fighting all i'm sporting is a bruised face
i've been waiting for a new day, for so long
my friends tell "you wait, I always thought
you was the type to never lose faith"
but by now i'm packing up my suitcase
my mixer and microphone and some bottles of some tooth paste
but I'm awake and I scream tossing sh** around
saying what's the use if I can't make it in my dream?
it's just a reoccurring nightmare as I'm lying right there
I need a therapist or maybe somebody who might care
or maybe someone like a musician that never made it
you ever wake up and hate it when the weather faded?
I need somebody to be depressed with, someone to chill
when i never make the guest list
f*** that i'll still play in the mud and keep my head in the clouds
and i'll just forget the debt i'm in now
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